The GCPD building downtown was built like a bunker. It wasn't pretty in any sense of the word, but it was solid and more importantly, very defensible. Years of weathering Gotham's particular breed of nightlife had proven a veritable crucible to shake out the building's vulnerabilities and the end product had proven to be an unforeseen godsend in the middle of the Hell Gotham had been transformed into.

The roof of the structure was the primary point of interest at this moment. From this vantage point, one could see smoke rising in columns across the crimson skyline of the city and there was a view of the smoldering ruins of the main bridges that once lead out of Gotham proper. On the roof itself, dozens of hapless uniformed officers lay unconscious in the wake of the arrival of the building's most recent interlopers. It couldn't be helped. Robin consoled himself with the silver lining that there had been no fatalities. Considering some of his temporary 'allies', that was a fairly impressive accomplishment.

It was a fairly simple matter to hook up the propane powered emergency generator to the large tarnished spotlight. Even so, time was a precious commodity now and the shrieks of Darkseid's Furies echoing in the streets of Gotham reminded Robin that every second they stayed in one place left them vulnerable. He was regretting the inclusion of Cicada and Bane into their group a little less right now.

"Okay, this should do it."

Putting one foot on the clunky machine for leverage, Robin pulls the starter cord in one even draw and is rewarded as the machine sputters to life.

From the streets around a mile away, Ragman looks up from the shadows to see a bright "R" illuminate the dark sky. He smiles from behind his mask, and he feels far more heartened than he was several minutes before, when fighting a brainwashed Maggie Sawyer.

The reprieve of hope and optimism is short-lived however, as lights flicker on in the shop on the opposite side of the street. What fool turns their lights on whilst maniacs are wandering the streets? And who has power running to their store anyway?

Ragman slopes around the block, taking a circular route in case anyone else was drawn by the light, and enters the store through the back entrance which is wide open. He frowns as he sees the cause of the illumination. A hand-cranked generator covered in Christmas lights and with a kettle on top, which is starting to whistle to say that the water is boiled.

"Ah, I see a guest has arrived. Tea for two, methinks?" The Mad Hatter steps literally out of a cupboard, with two teacups on saucers in his hands. He looks very much the worse for wear.

"Such a rough journey across these lands. I just discharged myself from the hospital, the good ship Arkham, and was waylaid at every turn! But did they want tea? Dear me, no. They wanted my hat! And they were not entitled to that!" Tetch shakes his head most furiously, and puts the cups on a small table, picking up the kettle.

"My, what a motley garment you're wearing. I do not believe we've met."

Tetch looks up from his teacups, and frowns as he sees the mindless drones beginning to walk slowly towards the illuminated shop. "Oh dearie me. Those are the frightful savages I just told you about. They didn't want my tea! Not a bit of it! If they think they can just show up at a tea party unannounced after being so rude before, well... They've got another thing coming!"

The Mad Hatter switches the generator off and the store is suddenly plunged into darkness. "Now, maybe they will go away."

Shiva has been taking the time to catch a nap, of all things. They're not being attacked, they're a little stationary and she's not feeling her best. So, she's been sleeping, though she's doing so lightly in case something goes wrong. The sound of the machine kicking in causes her to lift her head and look over.

Shiva takes the bag and pulls something out. The chances she'll actually enjoy eating it are small but it will be what she needs to keep going so, she will eat it. She takes a brief moment to look at Robin before she opens up the package.

Robin is a professional, but Lady Shiva is more than an average observer.She knows him well enough to see that there is much more than the current crisis upon his shoulders.

Mechanically opening his own meal, Robin eats it without really tasting the food. His masked eyes scan over the darkened city all the while. Watching for motion. Looking for the slightest of warnings. Searching for someone who isn't there.

First good news all day.Robin cracks a smile and goes back to refitting his belt equipment. Their journey to the GCPD building allowed him to stop my one of the secreted caches strategically placed throughout the city over the years by Batman and his various allies. Tim had made sure to pick up the heavier arsenal. He had a feeling they'd need it.

Perspiration coats the features of the first Green Lantern as he tries to keep the GCPD headquarters from toppling. "Is the building completely clear?" he asks tensely. "I doubt this will stand much longer."